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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Migo
Lil Migo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adarious Smith
Adarious Smith
Songwriter
Dedrevian McDonald
Dedrevian McDonald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr8ko
Dr8ko
Producer

Lyrics

Damn, hey Migo, damn, hey Damn, hey Hey, damn, DeNiro Hey, DeNiro I was the one that was fucked up my nigga I had to go get me a bag And I don't got time for none of these bitches They just tryna throw me that ass And I don't got time for none these niggas I'm too busy chasin' da cat Same niggas who livin' back then, they tryna come back from the past So I just load up my MAC Then I just smoke on that gas And when I sit back and just think on it My nigga, they really don't wanna wack These niggas know that they really be cappin' My nigga, I'm speakin' these facts My nigga, we slidin' and we never hidin' We pull up with sticks out the back, damn, hey Hold up lil' homie (damn) Heard these niggas say I got a check But last time I checked, I'm still in the hood, and I got a 'Vette But lemme just guess You'll hear anything and roll with next But if you insist You know that I started out servin out tenths (damn) Bought me a bale Then bought me scale, I'll pull up and serve you this threat Bought me some guns then I bought a bond My nigga, I'm feelin' like jack He watch his tounge, I grabbed his lung My nigga, I just got him wacked, damn I put my life on this track Everything I say is facts (damn) We get 'em in, and we get 'em gone I cannot talk on the phone (nope) I gotta sell me some strong Just get off yo' ass, quit askin' for loans Baby, come home and take off that thong Then you can give me that dome Then you can leave me alone I made me a play and I got it gone Sick of these niggas, I'm sick of these bitches (damn) Everything I say the realest Nigga, my pot you can feel it Been stayed in my bag, nigga, this taste like Henny Get on yo' grind, serve out yo' feelings (fuck 'em) You don't got time to be chillin' (no) You tryna run up a milli But look at you nigga you stuck on these bitches Come buy a bale, don't need me a scale (nope) Nigga, I'm runnin from 12 (gone) Nigga, I bounced off the scale 'Cause these niggas snitchin', they gon' wanna tell I had it all, then nigga, I failed (damn) Nigga, don't ask how it feel (no) Nigga, you cap on your bills You stuck at the crib and can't get a lift (damn) This is for real, hey, nigga you playin' the field Nigga, you know you get killed, damn hey This is for real, hey This is for real, damn Everything I say, my nigga, you know this shit is for real, hey damn
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